And onto today’s climate forecast,
where we can expect to see a prolonged spell of inaction,
interspersed with patches of hazy promises
across many areas.
Over Westminster and other centres of government,
a build-up of hot air will cause inactivity
to soar to record levels over the coming days,
in spite of the high pressure.
Elsewhere, a front of chronic misinformation
will sweep in from the east,
bringing with it a band of climate change deniers
and the chance of scattered falsehoods,
while powerful gusts of idiocy and ignorance
look set to blow across social media.
Outbreaks of ‘We just got on with it in 1976’
and ‘It’s called the British summer, mate’ are likely.
In summary: unsettling.
I’ve been aware of penguins
since I was three
and now I think that one
has moved in with me.
The signs are everywhere:
the saltwater smell in the air,
moulted feathers on my chair,
a fish I found upon the stair,
but when I turn around
there’s no one there,
for he moves in the shadows,
like Tony Soprano.
I am forever stepping in guano.
I’m not sure why
he’s come to live with me.
There are better places
for him to be.
But, when I go to bed,
his soft heels tread
across the kitchen floor,
and I hear him open
the freezer door
and I picture him there,
thinking about the hand
that life has dealt him
and I wonder
if his heart is melting.